" Perhaps this very evening, if it rises in my heart; perhaps never. It’s a fear that sometimes I can’t abide to think about, and sometimes I don’t like to think on anything else. Well, I was fretting about this fear, and Alice comes in for something, and finds me crying. I would not tell her no more than I would you, Mary; so she says, ‘Well, dear, you must mind this, when you’re going to fret and be low about anything — An anxious mind is never a holy mind.’ O Mary, I have so often checked my grumbling sin’* she said that.”  *Sin "

― Elizabeth Gaskell , The Complete Elizabeth Gaskell Collection